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dark glasses

 on her face she wore dark glasses

and behind them held a stare

one you never ever saw

but one that was always there

she was a very intelligent girl

or so at first it seemed

that is until you saw the other side

which I can only describe as mean

for what reason would she change?

I only wish I knew

but what is all the more puzzling

is how long she’d like to stew

for she was never wrong

and no one else was right

for she would never waver

it’s as if she liked to fight

and no matter what the occasion

and no matter where the place

she proudly wore this attitude

as if she had won a race

but what she never saw

were the folks around she hurt

but to her they must be secondary

and just hanging on her skirt

so do I think she’ll change?

I just might never know

because I’ve gotten tired of reruns

of the same dark glasses show

30 September 1998